Date: Tue, 02 Nov 1999 14:07:41 EST
From: lyndie_73@hotmail.com
Subject: Tad's Story
Hello, my name is Lyndhurst Rutherford, or Lyndie for short. The following
story is purely fictional.
This is a concerns friendship, love, and sex between boys. If you are
offended by my work, please don't read it. If this story is illegal
because of your age or locality, don't read it. This, dear reader,
represents my first attempt at writing short stories. If you do choose to
read on, I would so enjoy hearing any and all serious observations and
critiques from you.
Please feel free to e-mail me at lyndie_73@Hotmail.com.
Copyright 1999, Lyndhurst Rutherford, all rights reserved.
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Tad Story..by Lyndhurst Rutherford...lyndie_73@Hotmail.com
As I embark on my 98 th. year of life, it has occurred to me that as all
good things must come to an end, so to shall my life. It is therefore my
intent to transcribe to paper, for all to ponder the tales of my life. For
after I am gone, who will be left to know what mark I have left on this
earth?
This is my journal, such as it is. What follows is an account of my coming
into manhood and the special people with whom I've shared my life, and the
adventures I have been on.
My name is Samuel Hedge, or Sammy, as my friends called me, and this
accounting begins in the small suburban port village of Westrow, south of
London in the summer of 1910. My classes at the Bradly School for Young Men
had finally stopped for the summer, and not a moment too soon. You see it
was becoming increasingly difficult to keep my mind on the remainder of my
work, when just outside the classroom windows, the sun was shining and the
birds were chirping, and the humid smell of warm summer air kept drifting
in the window, capturing my senses and transporting my mind to places other
than this stuffy classroom. Had it not been for the bellowing voice of
Mr. Watts, the head master, bringing my attention back to earth from time
to time, I surely would have remained in my daze the rest of the semester.
The Bradly School, was a private
institution for the boys of upper class. Boys, whose families had attained
the social standing of the upper classes of wealth and notoriety.
All of our families, being involved, in one way or another, in high finance
or commodities exchange, lived in Westrow as it was far enough away from
the hectic business in London, to escape and rest, but close enough that
our fathers were able to commute back and forth in order to attend to their
business dealings.
Despite the fact that I received a
well-rounded education here, the rotten parts were, that I had to wear a
Blazer and tie, which suffocated me nearly all the time. And, although I
was well liked by most of the boys here, I could never find enough boys who
would get there noses out of the air long enough to have a friendly game of
cricket or go climbing about. And forget the fact that they might get their
little arses dirty. Why, perish the thought. I, on the other hand, could
not understand what was so terribly wrong with it. Wasn't that what twelve
year old boys were supposed to do ?
Every day after classes would let out, I went directly
to the Great Woods at the outskirts of the village. There, I would make my
way deep into the woods for an afternoon of just plain mucking about.
The Great Woods were miles and miles of undeveloped
land that was as thick as a jungle. There were hills for climbing, rocks
for jumping off of, small caves for exploring, and a small hidden lake that
was just perfect for a late afternoon skinny dip. What made it so perfect
was it's location. About a mile and a half into the deepest part of the
woods, up and over a steep hill, and the only entrance was through a
sticker bush patch. None of the boys at school were as athletic or built as
strong as I was, and you had to be, in order to get to the lake. So I was
quite confident that nobody would ever catch me in my favorite hiding
place. Or so I thought.
On this particular first summer day, I awoke early, and put on my old
mucking about the woods clothes. My father had already left for work and
mother was still asleep, so our housekeeper, Annabelle, fed me some
porridge for breakfast and I indulged her in some idle chit chat, about
this and that. I left word with her for mother, that I would be knocking
about the woods most of the day and not to worry. After Annabelle packed me
a small lunch and put it in a sack, I was off. It was unusually hot that
day and by the time I reached the entrance to the woods, I was practically
drenched in sweat. Once inside the woods the sun was prevented from beating
down on me directly, but the air was still awfully thick. After exploring
about for an hour or two, I decided to head for my lake hideout and have
myself a dip.
When I finally reached the lake,
everything was peaceful and quiet, just as I had left it the last time I
was there. I quickly found my usual plopping spot, a grassy bank on one
side of the lake. Dropping my lunch sack on the ground next to me, I
quickly shed my clothes, tossing all of them on top of my lunch sack to
hide it from nosey squirrels or rabbits, intent on having a fine lunch of
their own and leaving me none. In a matter of a minute, I was standing on
the bank of the lake feeling the warm summer breeze drift past my naked
body. I closed my eyes and just stood there enjoying the feeling of utter
freedom, with the breeze brushing past and against places where only my
hands had been. True, in the past, this meant nothing to me, as I was a
mere baby, unaware of what pleasures my own body could produce. As I grew
older though, my boyish body began to react in ways I never knew existed.
Now, as I stood here, naked on the
bank of my lake, with the breeze caressing my body, my nipples stood out
from my chest and became sensitive to every gust of the breeze, sending
shivers up and down my body. The shivers produced goose bumps on my soft
boyish skin. Skin, unprotected by a lack of any body hair. I knew the hair
would come later as I grew older, but for now I was as smooth and soft as a
baby's butt. The breeze also sent shivers down to my still hairless
penis. Although my penis was still hairless and clean, it was starting to
grow longer with every shiver. The longer it grew, the harder and warmer it
got, also. It would grow long and hard until it stood straight out from my
body, like a flagpole waving in the breeze. Even though it was about four
inches long at maximum, it was still skinny, and not large around like
fathers, having seen his once when I accidentally barged into the bathroom
when he was in there.
As the breeze
pleasured me so, I couldn't resist the urge to take my hand and fondle my
penis. Making a circle out of my thumb and index finger, and putting my
stiff little penis through the circle. Once safely inside the circle of
pleasure, my hand would close around my boyish length and begin an up and
down sliding motion, from the base of my penis to the head and back
again. As I did this, I began to push my hips back and forth in time with
my hand, which made the pleasure being felt in my penis, even
greater. Doing this always clouded my mind until I would forget exactly
where I was. I only knew that I loved the feeling of my hand stroking my
hard, little penis. As the pleasure intensified, my knees started to buckle
and I almost lost my balance and fell on my can. I came to my senses and
decided to take a swim and cool my hot, sweaty body, and save the final
pleasure of shooting my semen, until later, giving me something to look
forward to. My semen, although still clear, would still shoot out in great
messy spurts. I knew that someday it would turn white and potent with seed,
father told me so when we had our little birds and the bees talk, but for
now it didn't matter to me. White or clear, it felt wonderful to spurt
semen.
With my penis bobbing
up and down, I ran to the waters edge and jumped into the lake, being
enveloped by the cold clear water and the refreshing cooling off of my
body. Of course the cold water did have an affect on my penis, shrinking it
down to its soft little state again, as my testicles hugged the warm
underside of my crotch for protection from the cold.
How I loved to swim
in my lake in the cool water. Diving down and coming back up for air,
pretending that I was some prehistoric sea creature that inhabited the
lake, and growling to protect my lair. After about a half an hour of this,
I became tired and brought myself out of the water and lay down on the soft
grass to rest. As the grass felt cool beneath my naked buttocks and the
warm air starting to dry me off, I started to fall asleep, but not without
stroking my penis to hardness as I rested.
As I was about half asleep, enjoying the stroking of my penis,
there suddenly came the sound of a twig breaking. As I was used to the
quiet of being alone out here, that noise only meant that my private world
was about to be invaded.
An alarm went off inside my head, but I was too late. Much to my
embarrassment, there came a person walking through the entrance to my
little world. I grabbed whatever clothes were next to me, which turned out
to be my shirt and tried to cover my raging hardness. All I could do was
sit there with my shirt on my penis, too scared to move.
It was then that I started to get a closer
look at the figure emerging through the sticker bushes. First I noticed
that it was a boy, thank heavens, about my size. As I was partially hidden
from his view at that moment, he hadn't seen me as yet.
There was something familiar about this boy. To my amazement, I realized
that I knew him. He was one of the boys from school.
His name was Thomas Winslow, but everyone called him Tad. He was in the
grade below mine, which made him about eleven years old. How embarrassing
it was for me to be sitting here like this, but as I've never had company
up here in all the time I've been coming, I really wasn't expecting anyone
to show up. I really didn't know him well, but the other boys said he was a
quiet one, always shy, and kept to himself most of the time. As I said, he
was about my size, skinny, with long whitish blond hair, and blue eyes. I
remember surprising myself by thinking he was rather a beautiful boy,
almost angelic. Compared to me, with my black hair and deep brown eyes, I
was more boyish looking than he. At that point I decided to make him aware
of my presence, so as not to totally frighten him and have him scream,
which might have brought me more unwanted attention. Before he got to close
to me, he had stopped and was now absorbed with throwing rocks into the
lake. As quietly as I could, I slipped my pants on and stood up, pretending
not to notice him there. I let him believe that it was he who had found me,
and I acted as surprised as I could.
"Hey, you there, don't I know you
from school ?" , he said. I turned in mock surprise and started a
conversation. "Why, yes, I know you, mate. My name's Sammy, Sammy Hedge. I
think I'm in the grade above yours. And your Thomas, right ?" "Yeah, but
you can call me Tad, everyone does. What is this place ?" " This is my
hideout lake." " Really? Do you own it ?" "No, but until today I was the
only one who's ever been here, being so hard to get to and all." "Yeah,
you're right, I barely made it myself." During this brief conversation we
had moved closer to each other and were now talking face to face. "I was
exploring the woods and just got further along and before I knew it, I was
here." "I guess that You and I are the only ones brave enough to venture
into the woods." I said. " Yeah, I guess. The rest of them seem to be too
prissy to try it, huh ?" It then dawned on me that I really didn't mind
his company after all. He seemed a lot like myself and we got on rather
well. In fact, I had the strangest feeling in the pit of my stomach when I
looked into those pretty blue eyes of his. The feeling was not only in my
stomach, but also for some strange reason that I didn't understand, my
penis was getting harder as I was looking into those eyes.
"Hey Sammy, what are you
doing here with just your pants on?" "I was about to take a dip in the
lake, when you happened up". "Where are your swimmies, ( meaning bathing
trunks ),?" " Don't need them here, Lad. Just strip down and dive
in. There's no one here to see me, until you came along." "Hey Sammy, it
is hot out and I could us a dip too. Mind if I join you?"
I must admit, although at the time I didn't understand why, my heart
started to pound at the thought of swimming alone, naked with Tad. Now for
my next question. "But Tad, you haven't any swimmies either." "Well, if
you don't mind being naked in front of me, I won't mind it with you. As
long as this can be our secret. After all Sammy, we are both boys, right?
And we both have the same thingies, right?" Little did he realize, but
this is exactly what I had hoped he'd say. I now had the most urgent need
to see this little cherub naked. "Alright then Tad, join me as soon as you
can." As I didn't want him to see my hard penis and ask too many
questions, as he fumbled with his clothes, I shed my pants and was in the
water before he knew what happened. As I stood in the water up to my waist,
I turned to watch as Tad stripped off his clothes. Thank heavens I had the
water to hide my penis, which by then was stiff as a board and getting
harder as more and more of Tad's sweet little body came in to view as he
removed his shirt, shoes, and socks. He had a lean, skinny, boy's body,
with a surprising amount of muscle in the right places. His chest looked as
smooth as silk and he had the smallest nipples I'd ever seen. He removed
his pants and stood there in his white boxers. He turned to look at me,
hesitantly. I noticed then that his face was turning a deep beet red. My
lord, the little angel was shy and he was blushing. For all his talk of
being just two boys, he was honestly scared. Feeling quite sorry for him,
and kind of like a big brother, I threw all inhibitions aside, and stepped
out of the water myself to get him. As I walked up the bank and stopped
dead in front of him, his mouth was agape and I could see his face was by
then a deep purple, but his eyes were fixed on my hard little penis.
He remained there, as if
frozen to the ground, unable to speak or move. Gently, I knelt down on the
ground before him, and taking the waistband of his boxers in my fingers,
slowly peeled down the remaining barrier between him and nakedness. At
this point my eyes were level with his penis as it came into view. Even
though he also had a boner, it was a lot smaller than mine. It was the
color of a bright pink, and pointed straight up from his smooth little
testicle sack. It was shorter than mine, but not as skinny, though. Rather
thick around. My nose also caught a whiff of the smell his crotch
produced. An intoxicating aroma to say the least. Sort of a pungent
muskiness mixed with little boy sweat. It was so sweet and pretty that I
had to fight the urge to lean over and kiss this sweet little penis.
As I didn't want to frighten Tad any
more than he seemed to be, I slowly stood back up, and taking his hand, led
him slowly into the lake. As we were going into the water, his beautiful
eyes never left mine. Once in the water I let go of his hand, looked at
him, smiled and gave him a shove into the water. Tad went completely under,
and came up just as fast spitting water. We both looked at each other and
broke out in uproarious laughter. That broke the ice. From then on, all
memory of our nakedness was forgotten as we played, splashed, and cavorted
about, like only two boys could. It seemed that Tad was every bit my equal,
as he loved to rough house as much as I did. Funny thing, for his size he
was awfully strong, and almost got the upper hand on me quite a few times
as we wrestled and thrashed about in that wonderful lake. After what
seemed like hours of splashing, we were both so exhausted that we barely
made it back up the grassy bank, where we collapsed on the ground to
rest. After a moment or two of silence, Tad turned, laying on his side with
his head propped up on his right hand and looked at me with a big smile on
his face.
I was lying on my belly and turned to ask him what in the world
he was smiling about. "I'm actually doing it!" He said.
"Doing what you twit?" "I'm actually being naked here in the outdoors,
with you here." I asked him what the big deal in that was, as if I didn't
already know myself, but I doubted that he did. "I've never been naked in
front of anyone before, except for momma."
I turned and lay on my side
facing him with my head propped up and looked at Tad. He was so beautiful
and clean looking. Like an angel had come down from heaven just to keep me
company. It was then that I noticed he wasn't looking at my face anymore,
he was looking directly down at my penis.
I was so relaxed with
this angel that I can't believe what I said next. "Do you want to touch it
Tad?"
Tad just looked at me with those sweet eyes of his and didn't say
anything. I doubted he knew what to say. It was sort of like when mother
catches me with my hand in the cookie jar before supper. You know you're
caught but can't think of a blessed thing to say in your own defense. His
cheeks were turning red again. I can't get over how sweet he looked at that
moment, blushing from ear to ear with this dopey look on his face.
"Tad", I said again,
"Do you want to touch it?" Again he said nothing, but the look on his face
said yes. Taking the lead again, I reached for his hand and slowly pulled
it down to where his eyes were glued. In that instant my body was filled
with a warm electricity as Tads hand covered my penis.
. As I began to stiffen under Tads hand, I realized that it was just
sitting where I had placed it.
Putting my hand over his, I slowly squeezed his fingers shut around my
little hardon, and started pushing my hips back and forth through his
hand. My eyes had been closed these last few seconds, and when I opened
them again, Tad was staring at his hand, aghast at what he was doing. I
placed my hand under his chin and lifted his head to look at me directly in
the eyes so as I might reassure him. As we stared at each other, I was
again entranced by those eyes, and just couldn't help myself. I whispered
to him to close his eyes. When he had, I leaned in to kiss him. I expected
that he'd pull away in fear and disgust, but to my surprise and delight, he
didn't. In fact he pressed his lips into mine. As his mouth was partly
open, I slipped my tongue out, and at first, licked his lips. The taste was
one of the sweetest things I had ever imagined. Had I not known better, I
would have sworn that they were made of pure sugar. Then I became even more
daring, as I slipped my tongue into his mouth and licked the entire inside
of his mouth. It was then that a soft moan escaped from deep in his throat
and I noticed that he was now starting to suck on my tongue and was
passionately kissing me back.
As we kissed, his
hand on my penis was now moving on it's own. Gently massaging me up and
down, with occasional trips south to pet my ball sack.
My head was spinning with pleasure as Tad massaged my young privates.
As we kissed, my free
hand began to massage that soft body of his. First his shoulders, then his
arm, his back and over his soft ass, where my finger traced the crack
between his cheeks. Then back up and massaged the small of his back and
then around his soft waist to his chest, and there I lingered, first
brushing his nipples with the tips of my fingers. I gently pinched his
nipple and after a more audible moan from him, it became erect in my
fingers. As I rolled his nipple between my fingers, Tad began to writhe
around on the ground like a little worm, now pulling on my penis ever
harder than before.
It was I who broke our kiss, and
as Tad placed his head on my shoulder and I listened to his heavy labored
breathing, I began to kiss down Tads neck. Light little butterfly kisses
that had Tad going crazy. I then kissed my way down his chest until I got
near his nipple.
All this while I had been
smelling the scent of his sweet, young body and reveling in the soft taste
of his skin. All this, combined with the work he was doing on my penis was
producing some vibrant moans of delight from me as well.
With my tongue I licked small circles around his nipple,
moving closer and closer to his erect nipple. When I reached it I gave it a
small hard lick, pushing it in with my tongue. This drove Tad crazy and he
was saying "Oh.………yes, yes, yes, Sammy. Kiss me like that. I love
it so….Oh…Oooooooh…yesssss."
We were both
breathing heavily, and he was cooing these words of passion, hotly into my
ear as I was now sucking on his nipple and he was massaging my penis. It
was all quite a sight, I assure you.
With my free hand, I
started rubbing his shoulder blades, down the center of his back, and on to
his ass cheeks. It was there that I massaged and rubbed, and squeezed them
until I thought I'd pull them off. I then brought my hand around and
massaged his flat, soft tummy, stopping to drill my finger into his navel,
which made him squirm. At that point there was no stopping me until I
reached that hairless area just above his penis. I t was there that I ever
so gently rubbed my finger tips along the entire area, drifting my hand
down slowly until my hand found it's target. Forgetting about everything,
Tad spread his legs apart giving me complete access to the soft silky
nether area between his asshole and his balls. Ever so gently, never having
handled the privates of another boy, I first scooped up his testicles and
began massaging them. As soon as I did though, Tad's whispering moans
bacame urgent little yelps and he began kissing my neck and licking and
nibbling at my ear lobe, and making these kittenish purring sounds. We were
both sweaty by then, making sweet love to each other and exploring each
other's bodies with our hands. Soon I found what I had wanted at the
beginning of our nakedness. After much massaging of his balls, I moved up
and gingerly let my hand encircle Tad's sweet little penis, which by then
was pounding with hardness and pulsing in my hand.
As soon as I had it in my hand, Tad
involuntarily began jerking his hips back and forth against the sliding
pressure of my hand on his penis. By now, the only sounds coming from Tad
and myself were mutual kissing sound, as he kissed my neck and ear, and I,
his nipple, and the words "Unghh", "Unghh", "Ohhhh", and "Yesss". We
continued along in this euphoric bliss, for what seemed like an
eternity. Both of us lost in our own private little world of loving each
other.
Before
long, I knew we would both soon lose it completely and all this would come
to a halt, and I suppose that Tad knew it was close for him as well. Then
abruptly, Tad stopped his pulling on my penis and looked me right in the
eyes. Oh those eyes. I was completely lost to him when he looked at me with
those eyes of his. As I was about to protest his stopping, he put his
finger over my lips and bade me quiet. And with an impish grin on his face,
pushed me over on my back.
We had been so lost in our pleasure and so close and sweaty, that when I
did roll over on my back, the warm summer air that before had me hot enough
to take a swim in the first place, suddenly felt cool and relaxing as it
hit my sweaty body.
Tad had by this time, scampered down and knelt between my
legs. Without his even asking me to, I lay my legs flat down and spread
them, allowing Tad to crawl between them. He now knelt between my spread
legs and leaned down and supported himself with both arms, as if to do push
ups. We were now looking into each other's eyes as he proceeded to lie down
on top of me.
The feeling of
suddenly being enveloped in his warm, silky smooth body was sending me away
from this planet. I was no longer on earth. I was on a much higher plane,
where there were clouds and colors, the likes of which had not even been
invented yet on earth. I was feeling every electric feeling in the galaxy
as my penis was trapped in between me and feeling the softness of his body,
the hot sweaty underside of my penis head rubbing the cool smooth skin of
his tummy.
Then my conscious being came to
an end and all my thoughts became his as Tad slowly positioned himself so
that his penis was directly on top of mine. With that done, he began to
move his hips against me and I the same until it was clear that this would
end with our two members together, as one.
Oh glorious G-d, thank you for sending me this angel from heaven, I thought
as we moved our bodies together in a silent sinful rhythm. With Tads arms
around me and my arms around him, massaging his ass and pulling him ever in
to me as close to him as I could possibly get, we kissed. We kissed the
sweet, warm kiss, with tongues, mouths and lips. Nipping on our necks and
licking our ears, both sets of hands roaming each other's bodies as we each
owned the other. At that moment, time for us stood still. The only ones in
the universe were Tad and I. Suddenly, at the same moment we both started
grunting in each other's ear and squeezing each other tighter and
tighter. Our sweaty bodies slipping and sliding against each other, our two
sweet boyish penises, sweaty and raw with exhaustion sliding one against
the other trading our warmth and love. Our worlds were colliding as we
rubbed our penises together on one final bear hugging squeeze, as we both
exploded in a fire storm of light and love, with clear, wet, boy juices
landing on our bellies between us, now becoming the seminal glue that will
forever bind us as lovers. After what seemed like all time had passed, we
finally got our breaths back. I opened my eyes to see Tads angelic face
with such a look of contentment on it. His eyes were still closed, but I
could still feel the power of those beautiful eyes begging my surrender to
him. Tad opened his eyes and we just smiled and looked at each other, and
with out exchanging a single word, we leaned into each other for one final
kiss.
It was I that broke the
silence first. "We better take another swim and get cleaned up mate." And
without a word we both got up and strode hand in hand to the lake and
jumped in. Once in the lake, we washed our love juice and sweat off each
others bodies, stopping now and then for a feel and a kiss. Standing and
hugging in the middle of the lake, protected by the water, I looked up at
the sky and suddenly realized that the sun was setting and it was probably
close to dinnertime.
Reluctantly, we both
left the water and found our clothes again on the grassy bank. Once we were
dressed we walked together out of the woods and away from our secret love
lake, jabbering together about nothing in particular.
As we neared the entrance to civilization we both seemed to stop at the
same time. We turned and looked at each other, saying nothing. I looked at
Tad and he had the reddish light of the sunset glinting in his hair giving
it the color of auburn. As I stared into those sweet eyes, I was getting
lost again, we shared one final sweet kiss and embrace. We finally made a
date to meet here at eight the next morning and I would show him all of my
hiking and tramping spots. If it rained we'd meet at the town hall and take
it from there. I know what you're thinking, showing him all of my spots and
all. They were my spots, but Tad was now every bit a part of me as my right
arm, and I felt as if I would die for him. Sadly, I watched Tad turn and go
off down the road that led to his house. Before he was out of sight, he
turned one last time, looked at me with those eyes, smiled and waved, then
was gone. Oh those eyes.